Marathon... defeated!
Dear friends,
Impossible is a myth created by those who have never tried.
I vanquished my foe, the Portland Marathon, today in 5 hours, 37 minutes, 20 seconds.
I started off the run needing to stop at the first restroom! It was fun making up so much ground, weaving in and out of people. I didn't stop at an aid station until mile 14. On the ascent up the Saint John's Bridge, I saw an eagle overhead... spread my wings to do my eagle dance. Crossing into mile 20, I was feeling good, then hit the wall. I walked through most of that mile and picked up again before mile 21. At that point, nothing was going to stop me!
Crossing over the Broadway Bridge, I accelerated my pace and tore into downtown Portland. The last 2 miles, I really picked it up, feeding off the encouragement from the crowd.
In the last corner, I raised my arms up in the air and yelled out to the crowd, "C'mon! Make some noise! Let's hear ya!" They erupted! I sprinted past some people, crossing the finish line in a two-footed stomp, pounded my right fist into my heart and screamed, "I am Samurai!"
I feel totally alive! Except for my legs, which feel like jello! I came home, crawled into a hot Epsom salt bath, then settled in for a nap.
This is such an abbreviated account of the day. I will write more later. I just wanted to send you a quick detail before I collapse! ha!
Thank you all for your support and well-wishes! My friends... I couldn't have done this without you! I was reading all of your messages the day before the run and weeping. It was wonderful! And, thanks to those that messaged or called, after the race, following my progress online. Loved your messages! Thank you!
Blessings and love,
Hamid : )
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Hamid LMT - Massage therapist in Portland, Oregon
Impossible is a myth created by those who have never tried.
I vanquished my foe, the Portland Marathon, today in 5 hours, 37 minutes, 20 seconds.
I started off the run needing to stop at the first restroom! It was fun making up so much ground, weaving in and out of people. I didn't stop at an aid station until mile 14. On the ascent up the Saint John's Bridge, I saw an eagle overhead... spread my wings to do my eagle dance. Crossing into mile 20, I was feeling good, then hit the wall. I walked through most of that mile and picked up again before mile 21. At that point, nothing was going to stop me!
Crossing over the Broadway Bridge, I accelerated my pace and tore into downtown Portland. The last 2 miles, I really picked it up, feeding off the encouragement from the crowd.
In the last corner, I raised my arms up in the air and yelled out to the crowd, "C'mon! Make some noise! Let's hear ya!" They erupted! I sprinted past some people, crossing the finish line in a two-footed stomp, pounded my right fist into my heart and screamed, "I am Samurai!"
I feel totally alive! Except for my legs, which feel like jello! I came home, crawled into a hot Epsom salt bath, then settled in for a nap.
This is such an abbreviated account of the day. I will write more later. I just wanted to send you a quick detail before I collapse! ha!
Thank you all for your support and well-wishes! My friends... I couldn't have done this without you! I was reading all of your messages the day before the run and weeping. It was wonderful! And, thanks to those that messaged or called, after the race, following my progress online. Loved your messages! Thank you!
Blessings and love,
Hamid : )
~
Hamid LMT - Massage therapist in Portland, Oregon
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